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5/15/2025, 3:22:59 AM
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One fateful day, Sierra had just shot a magpie and was preparing to cook it over a fire in her makeshift camp. A group of the city’s young hoodlums approached her. The ringleader stepped forward. He was a boy of about fourteen years of age.
“You hungry little magpie?”
The other boys chuckled and laughed at this, their energy bouncing off one another. Sierra looked back at the boy unfazed. The boy gave her a look over and saw that she was remaining cool in his presence.
“What you think, Tem?” one of the boys in the group shouted out.
The ringleader let out a wide grin and spoke. “Temson Abersley, I’m kind of a big deal around here.” He combed back his hair and reached out his arm to shake hands.
Sierra smirked, extended her hand and said sarcastically with a smile, “Magpie.”
The boys laughed. “I like you, you're funny. My friends call me Temmy or Tem. You got a place to stay tonight?” Temmy said, smirking to himself.
Sierra replied calmly. “Here,” as she gestured at the park.
Temmy looked up at the sky and said, “It might rain tonight, you need a place to stay, you can crash at my place, my pa is blind so he won’t know.”
Sierra paused for a second and then shrugged. “Sounds cool.”
Temmy lived in the lower district of the city. As Sierra walked with him to his father’s house, she saw the shady and disreputable looking figures at street corners, as well as just poor folk going about their daily lives.
Temmy’s gang of hoodlums were engaged in burglaries, thefts and pickpocketing. Temmy and his associates soon taught Sierra, or as she was now known, “Magpie”, the tricks of the trade. His gang would even do occasional reconnaissance work for the Myrefall Thieves Guild.
One fateful day, Sierra had just shot a magpie and was preparing to cook it over a fire in her makeshift camp. A group of the city’s young hoodlums approached her. The ringleader stepped forward. He was a boy of about fourteen years of age.
“You hungry little magpie?”
The other boys chuckled and laughed at this, their energy bouncing off one another. Sierra looked back at the boy unfazed. The boy gave her a look over and saw that she was remaining cool in his presence.
“What you think, Tem?” one of the boys in the group shouted out.
The ringleader let out a wide grin and spoke. “Temson Abersley, I’m kind of a big deal around here.” He combed back his hair and reached out his arm to shake hands.
Sierra smirked, extended her hand and said sarcastically with a smile, “Magpie.”
The boys laughed. “I like you, you're funny. My friends call me Temmy or Tem. You got a place to stay tonight?” Temmy said, smirking to himself.
Sierra replied calmly. “Here,” as she gestured at the park.
Temmy looked up at the sky and said, “It might rain tonight, you need a place to stay, you can crash at my place, my pa is blind so he won’t know.”
Sierra paused for a second and then shrugged. “Sounds cool.”
Temmy lived in the lower district of the city. As Sierra walked with him to his father’s house, she saw the shady and disreputable looking figures at street corners, as well as just poor folk going about their daily lives.
Temmy’s gang of hoodlums were engaged in burglaries, thefts and pickpocketing. Temmy and his associates soon taught Sierra, or as she was now known, “Magpie”, the tricks of the trade. His gang would even do occasional reconnaissance work for the Myrefall Thieves Guild.
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